Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu,Buddhist, Sufi, or Zen.Not any religion or cultural system. I am not from the east or the west,My place is the place-less, a trace of the trace-less.Neither body or soul.
I belong to the beloved,have seen the two worlds as one.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
From East to West; RUMI's universality
In his poems, Rumi does not talk about himself, his family
or his past. This should not come as a surprise. He was first and foremost a
deeply spiritual person living life “here and now.”
Rumi’s poetry (like his life) expanses love from something abstract in
our prayers and metaphysics into our life and world encompassing our
interpersonal, international and interfaith relations. In this sense,he is
Don’t seek me in this or that world Both worlds have vanished in the world I am. -- -- Rumi
What can I do, Submitters to God? I do not know myself.
I am neither Christian nor Jew, neither Zoroastrian nor
I am not from east or west, not from land or sea,
not from the shafts of nature nor from the spheres of the
not of the earth, not of water, not of air, not of fire.
I am not from the highest heaven, not from this world,
not from existence, not from being.
I am not from India, not from China, not from Bulgar, not
not from the realm of the two Iraqs, not from the land of
I am not from the world, not from beyond,
not from heaven and not from hell.
I am not from Adam, not from Eve, not from paradise and not
My place is placeless, my trace is traceless,
no body, no soul, I am from the soul of souls.
I have chased out duality, lived the two worlds as one.
One I seek, one I know, one I see, one I call.
He is the first, he is the last, he is the outer, he is the
Beyond "He" and "He is" I know no other.
I am drunk from the cup of love, the two worlds have escaped
I have no concern but carouse and rapture.
If one day in my life I spend a moment without you
from that hour and that time I would repent my life.
If one day I am given a moment in solitude with you
I will trample the two worlds underfoot and dance forever.
O Sun of Tabriz (Shams Tabrizi), I am so tipsy here in this
I have no tale to tell but tipsiness and rapture.
The religion of love is separate from all forms of religions
Lovers are of
one nation and one religion - love
And that is
vision, the expressions “God is Love” and “Love Thy Neighbor” either go
together or go nowhere. From his biographical records, we read many stories of
Rumi’s compassion and humbleness towards people whoever they were. A Christian
monk, who had heard about Rumi’s scholarly and spiritual reputation, went to
meet him in Konya. Out of respect, the monk prostrated before Rumi, and when he
raised his head, he saw that Rumi had been prostrating before the monk. This is
significant story because those were the days of the Crusades and the bloody
wars between Christians and Muslims.
Rumi died on 17 December 1273, aged 67. People from diverse
religions and ethnicities -- Muslims, Christians, Jews, Persians, Turks, Arabs
and Greek, the rich, the poor, the elite and the illiterate, women and men --
all came to his funeral and mourned the loss of their great sage and poet.
Buried in Konya, Rumi's tomb (the Green Dome, called called "Ghobat
al-Khidhra," in Arabic and "Yashil Turbe" in Turkish) has become
a shrine for thousands of his lovers, tourists and pilgrims each year. 17
December is celebrated as Shab-i Arus (a Persian word meaning "Wedding
Night" symbolizing reunion with the Divine) in Konya in the spirit of
Rumi's own will that those who come to his tomb should not come to cry and
grieve but rejoice in poetry, prayer, contemplation and compassion.This year on his death anniversary..the sufi's and new agists were there in equal numbers.
Nobody can tell you how to interpret RUMI....he himself has not prisoned his poetry in any religous or cultural cages.. neither should you.He belongs to the world and that is why he is so popular all over the world. Rumi integrated in his
life the learning of a scholar, the insight of a sage, and literary gem of a
He is foremost global citizen and speaks about the human experience and yeraning of love and the emptiness within. Somehow we sense that he belongs to noone and everyone
. Rumi appeals
because, as he believed, each one of us carries a memory (no matter how faint)
of our Divine home and each one of us (no matter how often) hears echoes of the
celestial bird’s song hidden in the garden of our heart.He isn't just a sufi poet.He is a poet of the world.